Had Akino’s perception of Bryan not been so filled with spiteful anger, she likely would’ve been very tempted to do much more with her positioning in that smother than what she had. But she wasn’t one of those mindless fangirls hypnotized by the young man’s dashing looks. She was a proud fighter, one whose pride had been attacked tonight, whether Bryan had intended it or not. Practically knocking him out cold by using his face as a seat had been a nice bit of payback. But now she wanted to put the icing on the cake and claim victory in this match for herself.

As she approached the model, he pushed himself up to his knees, and suddenly the maid found herself standing over his heavily winded form as it laid up against her. The heaving breathing against her thigh and crotch distracted her for a brief moment, and caused a small red tint to form on her pretty face. She could only imagine how powerful she must look right now in this position, and the thought only made her enjoy it even more. But she quickly shook the thought off, refocusing herself on putting this match away.

However, as Akino reached out to secure Bryan’s wrist she suddenly felt herself being lifted up into the air, causing the handcuffs to fly from her hands across the ring, before being dropped down crotch-first right onto the model’s upturned knee! “UGH!!!” she cried out while covering her crotch as much as she could with her hands, slumping forward and inadvertently leaning right up against Bryan’s chest while remaining straddled over his leg.

Scrounging up whatever reserves of energy he had left in the gas tank, Bryan's last ditch counter was as much a surprise to him as it was to anyone else in the arena. The surly maid having done quite the number on him in the past few minutes, culminating with what could have very easily been a face-sitting pin count were it no for the match's unique stipulations. By the end of it all, Bryan was an aching but still devilishly handsome mess. He was only vaguely aware of his surroundings and dire predicament thanks to the rousing cheers from his fans, compelling him to act on instinct alone when he felt Akino's creamy thigh rub against his cheek.

And that instinct led to one hell of a high impact atomic drop, Bryan hoisting the surly maid upward before introducing her tenderest of regions to his waiting knee. Generating a huge pop from the crowd and some light laughter at Akino's expense, the audience finally having something to cheer for after seeing Bryan spring back to life. The model athlete remained groggily propped on one knee afterward, half-heartedly catching Akino with an arm behind her back after lifelessly sagging against him.

Bryan was still trying to reassess his surroundings and composure before he started feeling Akino's wafting breaths against his chiseled pecs. Were it not for Akino making it painfully clear to Bryan just how much she despised him, this may have been misconstrued as a rather intimate scene. Especially considering Akino was only dressed in he lacey unmentionables. Instead, it actually helped give Bryan inspiration as to where to go from here. Wrapping one arm over Akino's shoulder to interlock his fingers together behind her, Bryan would lethargically rise back up to his feet with a wincing groan. He fiercely tensed his biceps with every last ounce of strength he had into the draining bearhug, taking periodic breaks to pant heavily against Akino's collarbone as her softer and more supple form compressed against his toned bod.

Now this was a position Akino certainly would’ve loved to avoid. Straddled over Bryan’s knee, leaning into his chiseled chest and panting against his body. Anyone happening to tune in to Tension at that moment would all but certainly get quite the wrong idea from what they saw, and those who had been watching held no sympathy for her whatsoever. The women in the audience thought Akino’s pain was well-deserved, yet simultaneously hated her even more for being in a close and intimate position with their handsome idol. And of course, the men were hardly any different.

But Akino had much more to worry about than the crowd at the moment. And before she could recover enough from the sudden Atomic Drop to move, the maid was wrapped up in Bryan’s powerful arms before being hoisted up and squeezed in the tight bear hug! “Agh!!” Akino cried out, grimacing and squirming about in her foe’s clutches. This inadvertently made her voluptuous chest grind up against Bryan’s pecs, while her crotch and hips did the same against his abs. This certainly wasn’t lost on Akino, who began to blush against her will as she struggled to endure the pain of Bryan’s hold as best she could.

After having been put through the ringer over the last few minutes, Bryan needed to think up a way to keep applying pressure on Akino that didn't involve anything high risk or generally anything that had him moving at all. Some maneuver that kept them both immobile, left Akino with scant few options to retaliate, and gave him some much needed time to gather his thoughts and recoup from the hurtin she had been putting on him this entire time. It just happened to be that the perfect solution to his problem happened to include grinding their sweltering bodies up against eachother, leading to some envious glares from Bryan's pining fangirls. He'd have a hard time explaining the logistics behind it and not make it sound like he just wanted to have a beautiful woman rub up against him...which he might've wanted....but that's beside the point...

"...*pant*...*pant*..." Bryan's labored breathing was broken up by some strained groans in between flexing his muscled biceps around Akino. Her own fidgeting motions didn't exactly make the move any less "cozy", Bryan unable to hide his own reddening cheeks once her softer features started rubbing up against his solid core. Bryan maintained the hold for as long as his aching frame could take it, and maybe a few seconds longer just to enjoy the peaceful intimacy of the hold. But soon after, Bryan would compose himself enough to attempt to make for a running dash towards the nearest corner buckle. The model athlete slamming into her and ramming her back into the padded turnbuckle before finally releasing her and taking a step back.

For once there was something Akino and Bryan’s hordes of fangirls could somewhat agree on! The maid didn’t want to be trapped in this man’s strong arms any more than those witches wanted to see it. Unfortunately, the men in the audience were still content to cheer on just because of the lewd and intimate contact of their bodies grinding up against each other. Akino had never been one to care much for what fans thought anyway, but it was always annoying to hear whistles and cat calls thrown at her while she was enduring legitimate pain and discomfort. Especially when it put her in embarrassing situations like this.

But on the bright side (or perhaps not), Akino wasn’t going to be stuck like that much longer, as suddenly Bryan took off running toward one of the corners. Despite having an idea what was coming, the trapped maid had no way to prepare herself for the impact. And then... “UGH!” she gasped out as she was slammed right up against the turnbuckles! Her arms draped over the ropes beside her to hold her relatively steady, along with the turnbuckles supporting her at her back. But even though she was still up, Akino was heavily winded by the intense impact. And with Bryan still just a few steps away, that didn’t bode well for the cornered maid...

Ramming Akino into the nearest turnbuckle was a task Bryan wasn't sure he could even accomplish given how thoroughly drained he was at this juncture of the match. He was still feeling the lingering aches and pains from withstanding Akino's vengeful fury and had somehow living to tell the tale, and bearing down on her in the flexing bearhug meant wearing himself out even further. Backpedaling out of the corner after the reverberating splash, Bryan took a few seconds to catch his breath and collect himself. Akino was still pleasantly warm to rub up against despite having a heart of pure frozen granite, and fighting those arousing urges was a mighty difficult task given her sexy lingerie and sweaty frame slumped in the corner like that..."Ya know...*pant*...I'd usually make a joke about somethin about now...*pant*...but you're really just a plain old bitch who probably sucks at being a maid anyway." Bryan wearily stated before re-approaching the winded maid, certainly not in the mood for any more of his own clever quips. After securing a tightened side headlock on Akino, Bryan would usher her out of her corner a few steps before grasping the side of her frilly panties. All the precursory motions to a standard vertical suplex. Both with one tugging twist. The model athlete would intentionally yank her lingerie sharply upward for an excruciating wedgie!!

The riled up audience now having something else to root for, hooting and hollering from the cheeky sight of Akino's plump rear before Bryan would attempt to make good on that vertical suplex. Hopefully hauling her up before Akino's indignant rage could catch up with her, and leaving the surly maid hanging into a prolonged and stalled vertical suplex before slamming her backwards.

Akino panted in the corner as her lungs desperately fought to get her breathing stabilized. Fortunately the task was, for the moment, made a bit easier when Bryan backed away from her. And of course, not having his arms constrict against her like a python anymore played a bit of a factor too. But her being out of Bryan’s hold didn’t stop the model from throwing some trash talk.

“Bite me.” Akino replied, though in truth she was partially relieved that Bryan’s sense of humor seemed to have worn thin. That was one less nagging issue to deal with, but it didn’t do anything to help her when Bryan slapped on another headlock and drug her out of the corner. “Ngh!” she grunted as his arm tightly squeezed against her, before she was suddenly wedgied by her foe! “AGHH!! WHAT THE HELL...?!” Grunting in a mixture of extreme discomfort and heightened anger, the made blushed while squirming frantically in his clutches.

Things only got worse from there, as the maid was then lifted and held upside down, putting her rump on quite a display for the thousands of pervs in the audience who whistled and shouted at the sight. The blush on Akino’s face only grew darker, both from the increasing embarrassment of her situation and the simple blood flow to her head as she was held in that position. And then she finally came crashing down with a mighty impact, drawing a sharp gasp from Akino as her body arched and writhed in pain as a result of Bryan’s suplex.

Bryan would have liked to think the cheering audience was appreciating the show of concentration and strength in the stalled suplex just as much as the cheeky sight of Akino's plump backside. But he could guess which one of these displays they were rooting louder for. Still though, as he maintained the prolonged vertical suplex for as long as his chiseled physique could allow, Bryan realized just how much of a kick he got out of putting the surly maid into downright mortifying situations. Going out of his way to humiliate his opponent wasn't usually his bag. But that may have been because he's never met someone whose deserved it till today...plus he was actually taking it easy on her, considering she was just using his face as a seat cushion...

"Phew..." Bryan laid next to Akino after delivering the ring-shaking slam, breathing the fire out of his lungs after what has been an unbelievably draining tussle. Normally he would do a kip-up and ride off his surging momentum to keep the offensive going, but he barely had the energy to pick himself off the mat. His ascension was groggy and not without a few missteps but eventually he got himself vertical once more.

Bryan scanned his surroundings. Turning around and blinking the sweat out of his eyes until he finally came across the instrument of his victory. Akino's pair of handcuffs were off near one of the corners. He slowly trudged over to pick them up and came right back, going to his knees to nudge Akino over so her back was to him. Bryan had seen enough cop movies to get the overall gist of how handcuffs worked, and if memory serves him right, than he will end up cuffing the wedgied maid's hands behind her back like she was a perp ready to be taken downtown...

Akino groaned and writhed on the mat after being slammed down with a huge suplex. Her blood had rushed to her head as Bryan held her upside down, now making her quite dizzy on top of the pain she was enduring at the moment. But her situation soon became even more dire.

The maid was soon rolled onto her front, and out of the corner of her good eye she saw a shiny pair of handcuffs in Bryan’s hands! Alarm bells rang off in her head as he reached out for her wrist, knowing she was seconds away from losing this match if she didn’t act now.

"No!" she shouted out. With no time to plan things out carefully, the one-eyed maiden simply began to thrash about as much as she could will her body to, and threw her fist back at him in hopes of putting a pause on Bryan’s attempts to cuff her.

Whether that worked or not, her next step would be to immediately crawl toward the nearest corner with the intention of using the ropes to pull herself up so she could rest against the turnbuckles. How much safer that’d be, she couldn’t say. But Akino didn’t want to be down on the mat one more second longer than she had to be, at least, if she could help it.

Bryan wondered if beat cops had as much trouble as he was having when putting the cuffs on a perp that was being particularly uncooperative. They certainly made it look seamless and professional in the movies, but right now Bryan was struggling to lock just one cuff on the increasingly slippery maid. Her non-stop fidgeting was leading Bryan to believe that he might have gone for the handcuffs too early in the matchup, but with victory just two clicks away, he hoped his own lunk-headed stubbornness would offset Akino's...

"C'mon!!...Would ya stop!!...It only hurts worse if ya-Hggh!!" Bryan reeled back when one of Akino's flailing fists connected, the model athlete wincing from the blow having caught him right in the ribcage. It finally compelled him to abandon his hope of sneaking in a win as he saw the maid slink and crawl away to the nearest turnbuckle, offering him an unobstructed view of her thonged backside swaying side to side during her tactical retreat....maybe he should incorporate that Moonshine signature move of his into more of his matches..."Ngh...I know your gonna hate hearing this, but your really rocking that thong. There, I said it..." Bryan uttered with a heaving groan as he got back to his feet and approached the surly maid, his muscles aching but not enough for him to allow Akino the breathing room to start building up momentum once more. Once she was resting against the turnbuckles, Bryan would grab her by the shoulder to spin her around and apply a quick knife-edge chop to her sweaty chest. Just something to keep her placated before grabbing her wrist and slingshot Irish-whipping the maid clear across the ring with as much force as he could muster.